“Any idea where they are? How I could reach them?”

“I don't know. Can't say.”

I wanted to get somebody for him. I wanted to go into the room where he lay and reassure him: “I'll get somebody for you, Gatsby. Don't worry. Just trust me and I'll get somebody for you — — ”

Meyer Wolfshiem's name wasn't in the phone book. The butler gave me his office address on Broadway and I called Information, but by the time I had the number it was long after five and no one answered the phone.

“Will you ring again?”

“I've rung them three times.”

“It's very important.”